I never kept a diary when I was young. The times I tried, I would write in it for one or two days in a row, and then forget about it. It's funny how you forget things, things that seemed so important at the time. It seems like lately I've been thinking about the past alot, but its getting fuzzier with time. In 10 years when I think back I want to remember every detail of my life with Ryan, my husband. I'm hoping that now that I'm starting this, I will remember to write in it.
Today, my sister went to her first prom. Shes a freshman, but her boyfriend is a senior so they went to the prom at his school. She wore one of the dresses I wore when I was in school, that tugged at my heart strings a little. Shes getting so grown up, and that was never supposed to happen! I can remember the night I spent in that dress. My date was a senior, I was a sophomore. We had lived next to him and his family for years and I went as a favor to his parents, because he had never had a girlfriend and didn't have a date. They wanted him to expirience his senior prom, so I went. I talked my best friend into going with one of his, it ended up being a very fun night.
So as I was doing my sisters makeup, I couldn't help but feel a little proud that she looked up to me enough to want to wear one of my dresses, when most girls would want a brand new one of their own. Shes turning into quite the young lady, and its making me feel so old!!
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